Writing Island
only 1 thing is for certain
i will keep on working
typing till my fingers are throbbing
isolated on my writing island
aided by the shade of palm trees
words filling a page
addresses spiritual needs
drinking coconut water as i please
i’m a distant breeze
to a lover sitting next to me,
engulfed in my face
once he realizes i’m self-centered
he will go away
the inevitability of writing
for 9 hours a day
Love always, Esha ❤
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